Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 30

The next morning, a ray of golden sunlight shone from the window onto Greta's long sexy eyelashes. She opened her beautiful eyes slowly.

The alarm clock rang out and woke up the beautiful Greta. She rubbed her bleary eyes and stretched herself.

A strange warmth made her feel comfortable. Her waist didn't hurt anymore.

To her surprise, it didn't hurt as usual.

Could it be because he gave her a massage last night?

Greta was doubtful. The massage she had last night had surprisingly good effect. Her waist and lower abdomen didn't hurt anymore.

Greta wore a nightgown and she was drowsy. She walked down the stairs in sandals. She saw Harriet and Leila sitting beside the dining table and eating breakfast.

Greta sat down beside Harriet and said meaningfully, "Greta, do you get up so late every day?"

"So what?" Greta picked up a sandwich and didn't care about that.

"When you studied at the Pennsylvania Business School, you had a regular routine. If the media knew that the No. 1 business beauty in Ocean City was sloppy at home, many people would get heartbroken," Harriet said impolitely.

Greta glared fiercely at Harriet, "Harriet, you didn't learn anything except to mock me after spending so many years overseas?"

"Of course not." Harriet glanced at Greta's plump breasts. "Although your size is bigger than that of many women in China, it is no different from the A Cup overseas."

"Don't be crazy." Greta glanced at Harriet. Maxwell took the opportunity to curry favor with Greta and smiled, "Ms. Greta is busy with work; she needs more sleep."

Greta glanced at Maxwell and it was rare for her to not feel disgusted.

After breakfast, Greta spent half an hour dressing up in front of the dressing mirror. She wore a silver dress and then walked down from the second floor, leaving the villa.

Greta walked to the entrance of the villa. Her phone rang. Greta frowned and answered the phone. Then she became angry.

"No! I don't agree!"

Greta argued with the person for a while. She was furious. She turned around and glared at Maxwell angrily.

"Ms. Greta, what's wrong?" Maxwell, who was sitting beside the dining table, was confused.

"Come with me to the group. Someone invited you over for tea!" Greta gritted her teeth tightly. She didn't understand why she had to bring him along with her!

She didn't understand what the person was thinking about but had to obey the person's orders.

"OK." Maxwell was in a daze. Then he regained his sense. He was ecstatic. Greta took the initiative to bring him to the group!

He had never thought of this treatment. Leila looked at Maxwell and sneered.

From her point of view, Maxwell tricked Greta last night, gained her trust, and approached Greta step by step.

Leila hated Maxwell and wanted to find an opportunity to expose him!

Maxwell didn't waste time. He grabbed a sandwich and a carton of milk, and ran towards Greta who had left the villa.

Leila's driving skills were superb. As the vice-captain of the Task Force, she was proficient in tanks, planes, and all kinds of vehicles. Driving a car was easy for her.

The traffic was heavy during the morning rush hours. Although Leila drove the car fast, Greta and Maxwell were comfortable and it wasn't bumpy.

Greta and Maxwell sat in the back seats. Greta's bag was placed in the middle as a boundary. Maxwell was not allowed to touch the bag. Otherwise, Greta would ask Maxwell to sit in the front passenger seat.